Chapter 119: Something different
Ever since Kenzo spewed all that kind of nonsense rationalization, it kept flashing in Fil’s mind like crazy. It was bad, but she couldn’t let it affect her. In this relationship that was founded by lust, motive, and revenge, whoever falls first would lose everything.
Fil didn’t want to lose; she didn’t want to lose her revenge plan, and she didn’t want to lose Jackson. At least, not right now. Maybe once these fleeting emotions passed, she could let him go.
"How can I make your coffee if you’re clinging to me like this?" Fil muttered, eyes down. "Wait for me in the living room."
Jackson didn’t respond, hugging her even tighter.
"Fine," she sighed, taking a step to the side, and then stopped. She glanced over her shoulder because he also made a step so as not to burden her. "Stop acting cute. It’s suspicious."
This time, a smile turned up on his face, but said nothing. He clung to her while she moved to the coffeemaker, and then followed her tracks when she resumed in making breakfast. Meanwhile, Fil only shook her head, but let him cling to her like a shadow.
"Is it just me?" Jackson murmured, peeking at the pot on the stove. "This morning feels different. It feels special."
Fil licked her lips as she tasted the soup she was making, moving the spoon to him. "Want to have a taste?"
"Deflecting now?"
"I’m cooking," she returned. "There’s nothing to deflect."
Jackson raised his head a little, his chin still on her shoulder, eyes on her. He slowly opened his mouth and dropped the subject, tasting the soup she made. His brow rose in surprise, making her smile proudly.